What is the job of contemporary SF? Does it have a job?
In which I was concise and reasonably sensible (except for the picture:)
Is there a conspiracy?
In which I was loosening up.
The forces of Fate have decided that the world will come to an end. Fortunately Fate is a drinking buddy of yours and she let’s you pick the means of the world’s destruction. Do you take her up on her offer? And if so please provide gory details.
Where I cut loose and provide a script for the ultimate disaster movie.
Chris Dolley is the author of Resonance (Baen, 2005) He blogs here and has a web site there He's also a shapeshifter and boxed for Great Britain as a kitten in the 1972 Olympics.